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H.J. Shreeve Poems
My suffering, A sea that laps no shore. Three years stranded, Stranded at sea.
Caged... Like A Three Legged Pig.
Do not seek refuge in the places that I do, Such places would do you no good. This is all around me, It follows me there. I am told it is not necessary to fear one's own kind,
Hey, Cruel World
Hey, cruel world. Leave me alone. I'm tired and I'm broke. A bitter old man,
It always rains in my hometown, The clouds are kind enough to wash what they can away The town cut out my tongue,
Idle in June
She dares not let the world hear her speak, She's getting thin and looking meek, A grey hair is splitting in her widows peak She lays idle in the month of June.
'On modern woman'
Smile, take a pretty picture, Be the best woman you can be. Paint your nails a scarlet red,
don't think too much into this poem
I wreak of desperate masturbation, Two days consoling myself, Trying to find happiness, In this mundane place,
Amisulpride days, See nothing, feel nothing at all, Yeah I guess I'm a wanderer.
You Grind Your Teeth When You Sleep
You grind your teeth when sleeping. Not that it bothers me, but yet I wonder. Are you angry with me? Was it something I said?
My Dear Child
You were a product of poor environment. You were given no chance, You were given no hope, Destined to be held captive, In a prison of flesh and bone.
I'm A Cool, Cool Cat
I am a codeine dream School girl sex gallery Man and beast entwined A finger short of a hand
I find comfort in my misery, Like the dog that refuses to sleep in it's box, Despite the crunch of frost, Despite the chill that licks it's face.
feel my longing, dripping from each pores, tight black, makes skin so crisp and white,
Despair, A hole dug deep, By bloody fingernails, Dug deep,
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A sea that laps no shore.
Three years stranded,
Stranded at sea.
I see no land,
I am a wanderer,
My little sea raft,
All that separates my body,
Hunger for flesh.
A hunger I once new